Take Responsibility.

[kingmakereffect]

And once the allotted time for investigating comes to a close, those elevator doors at the end of the first-floor corridor open up; the ride down is fast, smooth, and understandably tense as far as atmosphere goes. You're down to less than half of your original number. The doors slide open and the podium circle comes into view, standing stark against the black-walled courtroom and encircling that pit in the center; Misa and Aqua have joined the ranks of the deceased, photographs in greyscale watching the proceedings from their podiums draped in black. Of course and as always, the deceased aren't the only ones watching; the Kingmaker will make his presence known once everyone has settled at their podium, his voice sounding out through the room for all to hear. "Resilient has been taken from you. Maybe this time the guilty party will actually succeed at fulfilling Rule Seven, seeing as this is the sixth try and all. Whether they manage it is up to the rest of you." Thirteen Survivors remain. However many will be down by the end of the day is up to you.

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[captainobnoxious]

[Another beautiful battle and it would be a disrespect to Mettaton if she didn't watch, honestly, and she's glad she had at first.

Regrets not sparring with him earlier, thinking she had time in a stupid place like this.

Aqua's odd weapon -- that must be the Keyblade she talked about -- smashing into the panel gets her to flinch though, thinking how warm it'd been before and now it was shattered as it must be, but the few seconds he doesn't die immediately is almost the worst. Like he hadn't wanted to -- well, who does, really -- and Sigrun finds purchase in her podium so she doesn't crumple as easily as she wants to.

And-- she screams in frustration, honestly, slamming her fist on the stupid screen. No words, just... that.]

[notjustawriter]

[He doesn't know what to do, doesn't know if he can do anything, or if he should. But he moves, walks quickly up to her and puts a hand on her shoulder. Nothing else, because Gabriel doesn't think Sigrun wants a hug out of the blue.

But he doesn't seem like he's going to go anywhere unless told off, either.]

[captainobnoxious]

[There's very few people she'd want any amount of physical contact from right now, and her swatting hand should say as much.]

-- Go. Don't worry about me, I just-- I need a minute, and I'll be there with you guys, just-- go.

[notjustawriter]

[He pulls away immediately, nodding.]

[cherryblooded]

[He hadn't been watching - hadn't been able to - but Sigrun's scream is almost as bad as seeing it himself.

Cherryblod has less compulsions about suddenly hugging her - or perhaps he just needs it badly enough himself not to ask first.]

[captainobnoxious]

[-- It catches her by surprise, so much that she doesn't realize who she's swatting it at right away, but when the pink comes into focus she stops it almost immediately.

... He needs it more than she does, so she'll be fine with it, and tell her she's not crying--]

[penduli]

[ As soon as the execution's over, as soon as the lights come back on, Black's nearly tripping over himself to get to Sigrun and tackle her into a hug (sorry, Cherryblod, you're sort of caught in this too). He's shit at comfort, but this, this he knows how to do, and he doesn't know what to say except get as tight a grip on her as he can.

He's livid, right now, because Sigrun—their brave and kind and noble leader—is so hurt over this. Someone who tries her best, who holds to high standards and "no mistakes" and every week, he's sure, is another mistake thrown in her face because it's one more person she couldn't protect or be a proper leader to.

...he's squeezing as hard as he can. ]

[captainobnoxious]

[-- or not, oh my god Black, that is a tackle. Now it's a group hug and she doesn't know what to do but she's feeling so suffocated right now.]

-- Okay, okay, okay! That's enough, holy shit guys, I'm not-- it's fine!

[Totally fine, can you guys not.]

[isafraid]

[The execution comes and goes, and it's almost beautiful. Speedwagon, being right beside Sigrun, is summarily surprised when Sigrun decides to try and smash her podium.

All he can do... is watch her in shocked silence. He'll stay here for a little while longer. In case anything worse happens today.]

I'm sorry, Sigrun.

[captainobnoxious]

[did you see that she got fucking tackled she is

Perfectly okay. Let her just. Push her hair back and wave her hand.]

It's-- fine. It's whatever, actually, don't worry. He... chose it himself, he knew the risks and... stuff.

[... Bet he didn't fucking expect to feel the way he did though.]

So. Let's... [...] Let's go celebrate the living. Like usual. And stuff.

[isafraid]

[Yes that certainly is a hug pile in the making that you're in the middle of, Sigrun.

He's... not going to say anymore, but, alight. She's getting a pat on the shoulder. Speedwagon hugs aren't what she needs on top of that.]

Right, he did.

[Certainly a glamorous death. A Death by Glamour.]

We'll throw something together, we often do.